꒰ SENSES ✔️ ꒱ - CHANGKI ˎˊ˗

2. hearing

Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent.

— Victor Hugo

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EDITED - 27 APR 2020

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Changkyun had barely gotten home when his phone started buzzing in his pocket. He took it out with a groan. The moment he saw Kihyun's name on his display he really took a moment, wondering if he should answer the call, now internally groaning that he had to make a choice like that.

He picked up, the first thing he heard from the other side being really loud music. "Kihyun?"

"Hey, Changkyun," Kihyun was almost screaming just so he could be heard louder than the music. "I will sing in this one club near the town center, do you want to come watch me?"

"So first you show off with your drawing talent and now you want to brag with your voice?" Changkyun smiled, wondering if Kihyun's  singing was as melodic and beautiful as his voice when he was just talking.

"I just want some support." By the way his voice sounded, Changkyun understood that the pink haired boy was also smiling as widely as him.

After receiving the address of the club, Changkyun quickly changed his clothes into something more appropriate for a club. Then went outside again. He was really wondering if it was a good idea to go. Lately, the more he talked with Kihyun, the more he questioned the pink haired boy's behavior and his preferences. Preferences meaning sexuality. Sexuality meaning that he was almost sure that Kihyun was gay or at least bisexual.

Changkyun really didn't want to put Kihyun under any stereotypes, but it was already getting too much - he closed his eyes for the pink hair, but his personality wasn't a thing one could change.

So, naturally, Changkyun had started keeping some distance between himself and Kihyun.  He didn't really want to communicate with a gay person and it would be a big disappointment if Kihyun turned out being one, because Changkyun actually saw him as a friend and liked being in his company.

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There was a small stairway leading down into the club Kihyun was in and as Changkyun walked in, he saw the familiar bright pink hair right away. Now looking even more vivid because of the strong surrounding lightning.

Kihyun was holding the hand of a taller boy, whose hair was silver and had blue tips. Just like Kihyun, he also looked quite attractive but his muscles were much more toned. 

The two were just talking and laughing next to the stage. It looked innocent and not much of a big deal, but Changkyun had already jumped on a few conclusions. But, in fact, Kihyun just felt really nervous, that was why he was holding the other's hand.

When the older noticed Changkyun he quickly let go of the other's hand and walked to Changkyun with a wide smile. "Thank you for coming," he said and just when Changkyun was convinced his smile couldn't grow any bigger, he was proved wrong.

The ashy blond male didn't really know what to say because he felt kind of awkward from what he saw. Kihyun noticed that his gaze shifted to his friend.

"That's Hoseok, my duet partner," Kihyun explained calmly. "I have to go," the older said, hugging Changkyun.

"Good luck," Changkyun said, gently patting the other male on the back, feeling his warmth.

As Changkyun was searching for an empty table, Kihyun and Hoseok got on stage, making sure all the equipment worked as it was supposed to be. After a few minutes of sound check and introduction the two boys started singing.

Just as expected, it was a love song. It really fit both Kihyun and Hoseok, but it seemed like the pink haired boy was more into it. He sang with so much passion, pouring out all of his feelings as if they were genuine.

The younger was so immersed in Kihyun's voice that he hadn't realized that the two of them were looking at each other in the eyes. And when he did, he also noticed how Kihyun was making small gestures towards him with his hands and sometimes with his head.

That was when Changkyun knew - the song was about him. That was why Kihyun had invited him. Not for any other reason. Not because he wanted support. He was actually confessing. And the feelings he was putting into the song didn't just seem genuine. They really were.

And suddenly the ashy blond male felt uncomfortable. He didn't want to be there anymore. Kihyun also noticed that the mood between them had changed, but he continued singing, not letting the negative feelings to get to him. After all, there were other people watching.

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Kihyun felt like he fucked up. He shouldn't have called Changkyun. He didn't even expect such a reaction. He really thought their feelings were mutual, but it was probably nothing but his imagination.

He had called Changkyun to the changing room after Hoseok went out again. He was waiting nervously, thinking what to tell the younger. He jumped as he heard the door opening. Changkyun peeked in to make sure Kihyun was there and then he quietly walked in and sat on a chair opposite of the armchair the pink haired male was sitting on.

Just when Kihyun opened his mouth after a long silence, Changkyun spoke, interrupting him. "Kihyun, do you like me?"

"I do..." Kihyun blushed, looking away from the other.

"For how long?"

"Just... a few weeks..." He had started playing with his thumbs nervously, feeling how Changkyun's gaze was getting more and more intense.

The answer to the next question Changkyun had was probably going to decide if they were going to continue being friends. He really didn't want to ask. "Are you gay?"

"Depends."

"On?"

"Are you homophobic?"

Changkyun frowned, looking down at his hands and asking himself the same question inside his head a few times. "I just... Can't accept people like that being around me..."

"You're free to leave then," Kihyun bit out with a cold yet calm voice. "I can't accept people like you being around me either." Now he was looking at Changkyun in the eyes, not letting any emotion out of himself.  "For a second I thought you were looking at me with the same eyes. And trust me, you really were. But now I understand that you're plain disgusting."

The younger was about to say something, but he really didn't know what. Was he really looking at Kihyun the same way? It didn't even sound realistic because he wasn't like that. Not even close to that.

Kihyun pointed at the door, making him leave.

Thankfully, he did.

The pink haired male almost immediately burst out in tears. Even when Hoseok walked in, asking him all kinds of questions, Kihyun just didn't have any strength to answer.

He found himself wrapped in Hoseok's arms, embraced by warmth, but the only thing he thought about was how he wished that to be Changkyun.